i store love magic in my hair
a perfume drifting through the air
someone puts their hands on my stomach
spreading
your hands dance over your phone
or something
my womb is a warm, warm place
i worry that i have the other woman's face
potion broken open
on the floor of the club
our shoes were soaked as the warm night blistered
poems are spells
i just watched as you kissed her
now my eyelids flicker
the original projector
behind them i kiss the hands of my writer
bathed in the end credits of our most masterful feature
the cameras gather like shining hyenas
where there was ink from the pen there is now a red smear
a soft gracious smile dissolves all my fear
would you ever kiss me on the mouth
the mouth that opens to you
repeatedly
the mouth that houses the tongue
that yonic mouth
that maw
the lips
parting
all
the time
why must we go to separate rooms
why do you send me to the other bed
*****
*****
*****
before it became real
it was all in my head.
